Sinking into the original position
like a mountain, in an empty sky. Just this single breath;
emptiness takes the form of here—now emerging, embodied as unknown empty flowers
asking for nothing, keeping nothing, palms of the hands placed together in Gassho
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3 replies on “Gassho”
Beautiful poem and music, Lee.
groetjes, Francina
Thank you again, Francina, I love the sounds within the Dojo, singing bowls etc, sound carries spirit :)
me too :-)